Lu Lin didn't waste a word.
He immediately unleashed the Nuclear Bomb Soul Whisper Curse.
When the Martial Artists who were still conscious saw the nuclear bomb appear, they hurriedly retreated in terror.
A nuclear bomb.
This was a damn nuclear bomb!
With so many people here, who could guarantee they'd be unharmed by a nuclear attack?
And even if they weren't afraid of its power, there was no reason to take a nuclear bomb head-on.
You'd have to have a hole in your brain to do something like that.
"Boom—"
The nuclear bomb exploded.
The frenzied Martial Artists were reduced to ashes in the blast.
The vast majority were thoroughly dead.
But a few were still clinging to life.
Without a word, Lu Lin sent out another nuclear bomb.
"Boom—"
Smoke and dust billowed everywhere.
The frenzied scene that had filled the altar vanished in an instant.
Everyone stood at the very edge of the altar, staring at Lu Lin as though he were a monster.
What are you trying to do?
"Phew—"
Lu Lin let out a long breath. Looking at the now-empty altar, he felt as though the whole world had gone quiet.
There wasn't a single attack left.
All the Martial Artists who were still alive and breathing stood silently.
Those clinging to their last breath wouldn't last much longer, either.
Right...
Lu Lin suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen Li Erkang collapse unconscious just now. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Lu Lin swept his gaze around.
Then he spotted Li Erkang leaning against the edge of the altar.
The man's face was pale, his chest rising and falling. He looked like he'd narrowly escaped death.
Good, he was still alive.
As he looked around, Lu Lin also realized there